Closed RP. Backdated to the day after the last visit.

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The Count knew his detective well, and shortly before he expected the man to arrive he began preparing the tea and setting out the cups. He hesitated, for just a moment, before heading into the back, carefully pulling out the incense he had begun to burn the other day and lighting it once more. It was meant to relax, to calm, and he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

Even if it did not work, he had no doubts that he could pretend it did, and that, at least, might help a little. He opened his eyes again, walking back to the front of the store, pouring out two cups of tea. Perhaps a little early, but he knew what he was doing. He knew how Leon took his tea as well as his own preferences, which was in fact why he had begun letting the man serve himself, but today he stirred the milk and sugar into both their cups.

By the time he was finishing, he heard the door open, and looked up with a perfectly placed smile.